Friday, March 13, 2009

Tonight we're heading to Comet to see The Homosexuals. Their name reminds me of what Wayne Campbell said when he heard the Shitty Beatles were playing:

Wayne: Are they any good?Tiny: They suck!Wayne: Then it's not just a clever name.

Here are some odds and ends that might amuse you:

The Chimp Offensive Continues: once again we're ahead of the curve, as we've warned you people repeatedly about the chimp menace. But will the world listen? Now comes news that chimps have the ability to plan attacks and stockpile weapons. To me, it's 1926 all over again. Hitler writes Mein Kampf and lays out his evil plan for the world. Nobody cares. Will it happen again? Not on our watch. The chimps will slip on a banana skin named DC Rock Club.

Led Zeppelin in Wheaton: This was an awesome article in the Post. Apparently Led Zeppelin played a roller rink in Wheaton in 1968 right after they had just formed and no one knew who they were. The show was literally legendary, in that people treated it as a legend, along the lines of leprechauns, fairies and sprites. And mayqueens. And yet...it did indeed happen. This reminds me of when Sacklunch and I worked construction for his dad one summer. The foreman's name was George and we divined that a good work-shirking strategy was to get him to regale us with tales from his youth. He was a good guy who cursed a lot, in sentences that really didn't require cursing ("Get me a motherfucking coffee latte, with extra fucking cream"). He was local and said he saw Moby Grape at the same roller rink. Sorry, Moby fucking Grape.

"Light of Love," Music Go Music. Forget where I heard this but they sound like Abba.

"Paris Is Burning," Ladyhawke. Some disco type stuff.

"London," Noonday Underground. Never get tired of this one.

"Hong Kong Garden," Siouxsie and the Banshees. Some post-punk to throw a wrench in your shit.

"Cincinnati," The Distillers. Probably way too rock for my wife but I like it. Got to ease them into it. Sadly, I couldn't find an audio clip to embed, but here's a YouTube vid of a 12-year-old kid named Brian drumming along to it. You can hear the song for like, the first 10 seconds, until Brian's drumming kicks in:

Anyway, if you want a copy, send a self-addressed envelope to me and I'll send you a CD. I will only accept topless pictures from women if they're artistic and tasteful, and even if they're not, once you send them to me they're my property and I won't return them to you.